Isabella Santa Maria Do Suacui Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, check this—back in old Rome, whores rocked red wigs. Red! To scream, “Yo, I’m here, deal with it!” Ain’t that badass? Makes me happy, like, hell yeah, own it! But then, ugh, the church got all pissy—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, dude, total buzzkill. Hypocrites, y’know? Preachin love, judgin hard.

Hotel do Vavá

Bandeirantes do Vale n° 🐏 Ordem DeMolay - Santa Maria do Suaçuí/MG SCDB - GCEMG - 16ª OFEX "DeMolay, a Liderança do Novo Mundo"".

Oh, and the river! The Suacui River flows near the Old Mill. It’s like the city’s heartbeat—steady, relentless. Sometimes I sit by its banks post-work, thinking about life, massages, and all that sweet empowerment. Sometimes I get a lil emotional, ya know? Like, “It could only be one thing”—raw nature, raw feels.